I know there's been a fire I can smell it on your shirt I been staring at the locked screen waiting for a word everybody talks in circles everybody gets there first I can tell there's something moving by the dirt beneath the dirt I hear it through the grapevine Twisted up Three times removed Everybody dancing on the same damn floor I catch the beat from outside the door I hear it through the grapevine Something changes Something dies Someone closes ranks Someone lies I hear it through the grapevine I keep one ear to the floor One eye on the door One hand keeping time One hand keeping score There are roots underground that never touch There are mouths in the leaves that never shut up never shut up never shut up never shut up I hear it through the grapevine Twisted up Three times removed Everybody dancing on the same damn floor I catch the beat from outside the door I hear it through the grapevine Something changes Something dies Someone closes ranks Someone lies I hear it through the grapevine
